Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

She had no problem giving him a hand.

Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his thick erection, watching Greg’s eyes narrow until they were almost shut. His cock pulsed as she squeezed, her other hand slipping between his legs to fondle his balls.

Greg let her play with him for only seconds before he growled, “Enough. Condom. Now.”

Turning, she found Tyler holding one in his hand, which he reached over to hand her.

Their gazes connected as she took the foil packet and tore it open. She had to tear her eyes away to roll the condom on Greg’s cock, watching him as he watched her hands work on the sheath.

Once she had him covered, she rolled her hips forward until she was positioned at the perfect angle.

Again, she looked at Tyler, whose gaze shifted to where her sex teased the tip of Greg’s cock.

The sensation was decadent. Wicked. And so insanely hot, she knew she’d only have to think about this later and she’d never be cold again.

Settling one hand on Greg’s shoulder, she rolled her hips again, rubbing his cock between her labia, taking him a centimeter deeper with each movement.

The feel of the head lodged there, not quite inside her body but no longer a tease, made her want to force her body down, take him as deep as she could until he filled all the aching places inside her.

That first round of sex with Tyler had only made her hungrier, hotter.

She knew what was coming, what they were building toward, but she didn’t want to rush. She wanted to draw it out. Make Tyler crazy with lust. Make Greg beg for her to finish him.

Looking down at Greg, she watched his lips flatten into a straight line as she sank a little deeper, until the head had breached her body and began to stretch her channel.

Relief and greed for more warred as she wriggled down his shaft. Each slight shimmy lodged him deeper, made his lips draw flat and his cheekbones stand out in stark contrast.

She swore she felt his hands on her hips tremble before he clenched her tighter. He didn’t try to force her to go faster, though, simply held his body almost perfectly still, letting her do all the work. Have all the control.

Shooting Tyler a quick glance, she saw he’d released his cock, both hands now clamped on to the arms of the chair, as if holding himself back. His body seemed poised for movement. As if at any moment, he’d launch himself at them.

Just the thought of what would happen then made her shiver.

And slide a little farther down Greg’s shaft.

She was so wet, he went easily. She didn’t want easy.

She wanted rough. Wanted hard.

Wanted dirty.

She sank down and took the rest of him inside in one smooth motion.

Moaning at the sensation of being filled so completely, she dug her fingers into his pecs, the hard muscles tight. But not as hard as the one impaling her body. He felt like silk-encased iron, thick and hot and burning her from the inside.

Her eyes closed as her body reacted to the intrusion, clenching around him until she couldn’t bear to stay still one moment longer.

Using her thigh muscles, she lifted her body until only the tip of him remained. Then she sank, hard and fast. Almost too fast. Too hard.

Not enough.

With her eyes closed, she set a rhythm that would get her what she wanted as fast as possible.

Already, her womb began to contract, sharp ripples of excitement spreading through her lower body.

Greg let her control the pace though his hands stayed glued to her hips, holding her steady. She felt ready to fly apart when suddenly Tyler moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Hang on, baby. I don’t want you going off yet. I want to make this even better.”

That rough whisper in her ear made her shake in his arms. On her hips, Greg’s hands held her steady, refusing to let her move though she tried.

Thwarted, she contracted around the cock in her pussy even as she rubbed against the one she felt at her rear.

With her eyes closed, every sensation was heightened. The feel of Greg’s hips between her thighs, the feel of his shaft as it seemed to thicken every second. Tyler’s body against her back, the brush of his chest hair sensitizing her skin.

His arms tightened as she bucked back against him, trying to get him to do something, anything to relieve some of this pressure building in her groin.

“I want your ass, Kate. Can I take you there while Greg fucks your pussy? I swear you’ll enjoy it.”

She nodded because she couldn’t speak, the excitement had stolen her breath.

She’d never had anal sex, hadn’t really even considered it before, but now she was dying for it. Wanted him to bend her over and fulfill his promise to her.

He didn’t answer, but he did run his lips down her throat until he opened his mouth over the juncture of her neck and shoulders and bit on the tendon.

Crying out, she felt herself falling forward, felt her breasts crushed against Greg’s broad chest, his cock still embedded deep inside.

Tyler’s hands began a slow slide down her back, teasing, petting, kneading, until he reached her ass.

Then he caressed, warming her until she was sure her skin had to be bright red.

The difference in the angle of penetration caused her to arch her back and Greg thrust, short and sharp, to keep himself seated as deep as he could.

She wanted to move again, felt like she had to move, but the men holding her between them had taken back the control. They made the rules and she obeyed.

At the feel of cool liquid dribbling between her ass cheeks, she moaned. When Tyler’s fingers followed, rubbing the slickness around the smaller, puckered entrance, she held her breath.

“Breathe, Kate.” Greg’s voice was followed by another thrust that gave him even more depth than she thought possible at this angle. “We don’t want you to pass out. Trust me, you’ll want to be awake for this.”

“Then you better hurry because I’m going to take care of this myself if you don’t.”

Both men laughed, though neither released more than a breath of air. She felt it to her bones.

“Trust me, sweetheart.” Tyler pressed his thumb against the tiny hole. “You don’t want us to hurry. You want us to take our time.”

When he breached her, the pressure on such sensitive tissues made her gasp. And that was only his thumb. How the hell was she going to take his much thicker cock?

She didn’t have a lot of time for rational thought after that because he began to do wicked things with that thumb.

Twisting. Stretching. Making her ready.

She tried to stay still, didn’t have a choice, really, because Greg held her so tightly, but the need to move had become a necessity. And the need for release pushed her into a state of fevered awareness.

Greg’s cock felt like an iron pole shoved inside her, heating her from the inside. Tyler’s thumb felt cool as he pressed further.

At first, he used only the tip, but as she squirmed, he sank to the first knuckle. And still she wanted more.

She bore down and heard both men groan. The sound of their desire fueled the fire consuming her. She became a creature of pure sensation, living only for the next release.

Turning her head, she bit Greg’s neck, felt him buck beneath her. Heard him swear, one hand moving from her hips to her neck, where he pressed her closer.

“Fuck, Tyler. Do her. Now.”

Greg’s words barely penetrated her brain but she knew what he wanted.

“Yes. Do me. Tyler, please, just—”

She moaned as she felt Tyler’s thumb retreat only to be replaced by the broad tip of his newly sheathed cock, so much bigger than his thumb. With one hand spread across her lower back, he held her still as he pushed forward.